On the unluckiest day of the year, everyone's favourite lapsed Catholic (but still deeply superstitious) leather Daddy is performing all his greatest hits without his regular keyboardist.

Can he tap dance, sing, play the clarinet, strip from Bishop to jock, make witty quips, pull apart the patriarchy and remember all the chords to his own music while wearing a gladiator harness? What could possibly go wrong.

Blending jazz, pop and rock, Father Daddy merges genres and quirky theatrical elements with catchy melodies and witty lyrics. Think Tim Minchin meets St Vincent, but heaps gayer and dripping with Catholic guilt.